Rain drops on glass
Silver on grass
Paper-mâché flower
Wilts from the fall
Wonder where it
All comes from.
Uncovered shoulder
Melts against the rain.
Wonder if all the flowers feel the same.
Indigo cloud blows so high
Have you seen nothing
Like that sky?
Won’t you like it when
The puddles overflow
To step your feet into?
And hazy darkness
Lightens to blue.
Unbutton your over coat
Don’t keep your chill inside.
No one but me is gonna
Try to hide.
Fog coils on the road
Makes me think of home.
Why should I stand here
In the rain when I can roam?


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